Football: Start with the Kaka template, dominate the football field!

The victory in Seoul on a rainy night was like a shot of adrenaline, completely awakening this long-dormant Eastern dragon.

When the Chinese team returned to their home stadium in Shenyang with three points, they were greeted by a near-frenzied sea of ​​red. At the Shenyang Olympic Sports Center, 60,000 fans, dressed in matching red jerseys and waving their national flags, transformed the entire stadium into an erupting volcano.

In this match, their opponent is the "Persian Iron Cavalry"—the Iranian team. Ranked number one in Asia, they are the Asian powerhouses, possessing terrifying physical attributes and an iron-clad defense.

Before the match, Iranian coach Queiroz made some outrageous remarks at the press conference: "China's victory in Seoul was just due to luck. Skill is nothing in the face of true power."

But the course of the competition proved him wrong.

……

Just ten minutes into the game, Qin Feng received the ball in midfield. Facing the fierce attack from Iran's tall and strong defensive midfielders, Ezatolahi and Hajisafi, he did not back down at all.

Ezatolahi charged in like a tank, attempting to use his physical advantage to push Qin Feng aside. But although Qin Feng appeared slender, his core strength was astonishing! He half-turned, using his back to withstand the opponent's impact, then pulled the ball back with his right foot, avoiding Hajisafi's sliding tackle from the other side!

Immediately afterwards, his left foot followed up quickly, stepping on the ball, turning, and changing direction!

An extremely skillful and expressive "Marseille turn"!

The two burly Iranian men were like two clumsy wooden stakes, completely disoriented by Qin Feng's shaking, and they almost collided with each other!

"It's over!!! A beautiful Marseille turn!!! Qin Feng used his skill to humiliate the Iranians' strength!"

Having shaken off the defender, Qin Feng dribbled the ball as if it were empty! Facing the center-back who was covering, he glanced to the left, but flicked his ankle to the right, delivering a highly concealed through pass!

The ball pierced through Iran's proud defense!

Wu Lei made a high-speed run forward and, facing the onrushing goalkeeper, calmly slotted the ball into the far corner!

1: 0!

This goal ignited the Shenyang Olympic Sports Center! Sixty thousand fans sang "Ode to the Motherland" in unison, their stirring voices soaring into the sky, making every Chinese person present feel their blood boil!

This goal shattered the pride of the Iranians!

In the ensuing match, the Chinese team was unstoppable. Under Qin Feng's direction, the team that used to only know how to kick long balls and panic when pressed was now playing fluid ground passing and confident ball control.

2-0 victory over Iran!

1-0 victory over Syria!

2-0 victory over Uzbekistan!

Four-game winning streak!

In the first four rounds of the World Cup qualifiers, the Chinese team achieved four consecutive victories, accumulating 12 points. They not only secured first place in their group but also became the only team in the entire Asian region to maintain a perfect record!

"This is the best Chinese team ever! This is a Chinese team we've never seen before!" CCTV commentator He Wei choked up several times during the live broadcast. "With Qin Feng, this team is like a team with a soul. We are no longer afraid of strong opponents, and we no longer falter at crucial moments. We have finally learned how to win!"

……

In mid-October, when Qin Feng finished his national team campaign and returned to Dortmund, the atmosphere at the Blakel training base was somewhat subtle.

"Hey! The King of Asia is back!" Aubameyang was the first to rush over and give Qin Feng a big hug.

But Qin Feng keenly sensed that his teammates' smiles concealed a hint of weariness and anxiety that was hard to hide.

The continuous battles and long-distance flights had left Qin Feng's thigh muscles somewhat tight. As he received a massage in the physiotherapy room, he glanced at the Bundesliga standings on the wall, his brows unconsciously furrowing.

Although Borussia Dortmund defeated Wolfsburg in the Super Cup, in the following league rounds, due to Qin Feng's absence (national team call-up) and fatigue from playing on two fronts, Dortmund drew with Hannover 96 and Hoffenheim.

Currently, they have only 11 points in the standings, ranking third in the league.

And the team ranked first is the one that spent lavishly this summer and has no European competition commitments...

Bayern Munich!

Guardiola's team has won five consecutive games in the first five rounds, accumulating 15 points and demonstrating breathtaking dominance!

"They brought in Vidal and Douglas Costa this summer, as well as Coman on loan."

Klopp walked into the physiotherapy room, looked at Qin Feng, and had a serious expression.

"This Bayern team is stronger, faster, and younger than last season. Especially that Chilean Vidal, his coverage area in midfield is enormous."

"We're already down by four points. We can't afford to make any more mistakes in the next game."

He paused, his gaze becoming deep.

"Qin, I know you're tired. But the team needs you. Next game, we're going to the Allianz Arena. El Clásico, first leg."

Allianz Arena.

That place where countless Borussia Dortmund players' dreams were shattered. Last season's humiliating 1-5 defeat still lingers like a thorn in everyone's heart. It was Qin Feng's most painful and shameful loss to date.

Qin Feng sat up from the massage bed and stretched his slightly sore neck.

"Coach, I don't need to rest."

He raised his head, meeting Klopp's gaze, and in his eyes burned a flame even more intense than when he was with the national team.

"It's time... to collect the debt from that crushing defeat."

……

A few days later, at the Allianz Arena in Munich.

When the Dortmund team bus drove into the red fortress, they were greeted by a suffocating chorus of boos from 75,000 Bayern fans.

On the stands, a huge Tifo slowly rose—a massive red Bavarian lion, its jaws wide open, ready to devour a tiny yellow-black bee.

"This is hell! Dortmund people, get out!"

Meanwhile, in Bayern Munich's locker room, Guardiola was giving a final pep talk.

"Last season, we lost our dignity in Westphalia." The bald manager's eyes were sharper than ever. "Today, in our own home, I'll make you take your dignity back!"

"Lock Qin Feng up! Use whatever method you can! Don't give him any room to maneuver!"

"Arturo (Vidal)! He's yours!"

……

"beep--!"

With the referee's whistle, the Bundesliga derby officially kicked off!

From the very first second, Dortmund felt that desperate sense of oppression.

This Bayern Munich team is too strong!

Vidal, this beast from South America, displayed terrifying sweeping power in the midfield. He was like an indelible plaster, clinging tightly to Qin Feng's side.

In the fifth minute, Qin Feng had just received the ball when Vidal launched a vicious sliding tackle from behind, bringing him down along with the ball! The referee blew the whistle for a foul but didn't issue a card. Vidal stood up, grinned at Qin Feng, revealing his gleaming white teeth, a gesture full of provocation.

With Alonso's orchestration and Lahm's defensive support, Qin Feng could hardly get the ball in the attacking third, and even turning around was difficult!

When Bayern attacked, the impact of Douglas Costa and Robben on the flanks made Dortmund's defense tremble!

In the twelfth minute, Robben cut inside and shot, but Weidenfeller made the save!

In the 18th minute, Müller's header hit the crossbar!

Dortmund was like a small boat in a stormy sea, which could capsize at any moment. They could only passively take the beating, and even crossing the halfway line became a luxury!

"They're completely outmatched! Dortmund have no chance to fight back!" He Wei's voice was filled with worry.

Twenty-fifth minute.

Bayern Munich, after a prolonged and unsuccessful attack, finally showed their true colors!

Alonso delivered a precise long pass from midfield! Müller cleverly let it through in the penalty area, deceiving Hummels!

The ball reached Lewandowski's feet at the far post!

This former Borussia Dortmund striker showed no mercy to his old club in his second season with Bayern Munich!

He calmly dribbled past Subotic, who was covering for him, and then took a shot!

Shot into the corner!

boom!

The ball went into the net with a thud!

1: 0!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! LEWANDOWSKI!!!"

"Lewandowski!!! He's breached his former club's goal! Bayern Munich have taken the lead at home!"

After scoring, Lewandowski did not celebrate. He simply raised his hands and calmly greeted the Bayern fans in the stands, while also expressing a slight apology to the traveling Dortmund supporters.

Looking at the figure who once wore the yellow and black number 9 jersey, but is now the sharpest weapon of their mortal enemies, Royce and Hummels' eyes were filled with complex emotions and bitterness.

Allianz Arena erupted in ecstasy! A sea of ​​red roared wildly, as if it would completely engulf that small group of yellow and black figures!

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at the glaring 1:0 on the scoreboard, and took a deep breath.

His chest heaved violently, not from exhaustion, but from anger.

That feeling of being suppressed and humiliated surged up in my heart again.

He turned his head to look at Rummenigge, who was smiling in the stands, and then at Guardiola, who was waving his fist on the sidelines.

"You think you've won just like that?"

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"The real show is just beginning!"